day after day he will reach into his pocket and find health, homemade (by his beloved wife) and delicious candy bars. believe me: they are as yummy as quick and easy. just try, and you will see that you will never buy shop-bought candy bars. I promise you.

Like this:

love and spinach? a perfect couple. supposing you are tired of passionate red associated with hot feelings towards your partner.

the truth is that love is actually… green. especially when you have a 4 month old baby and you are exhausted beingyoung mother (parent) and really need just rest. then you’re sick and tired of all these red hearts of Valentine’s Day and sweet pink teddy bears. looking at green color makes you calm and compose yourself.

so I decides bake a bread. a green one.

unfortunately, after a true challenge for breastfeeding my little baby-girl, I had to yield. I as well-intentioned, I wanted to feed for 6 months… but my child decided otherwise. what a shame…

anyway, now I can eat everything. I can even go on a diet (still have baggage of 3 kg).

my plan of creating a new category went off at half cock. shame again…

there is Valentine’s Day today. celebration of red and pink. but not here. here we have the rule of sensuous green.

the interesting thing is that when you fall in love, you think that nothing can change your life more… and then you decide to marry someone and only before the altar looking your bridegroom-to-be in the eye, you realize which the border you cross.

but that’s not the end of the story.

when you fancy that this change is beyond your wildest dreams – you conclude you’re pregnant. and now everything seems to change – but primarily in your mind and body – early when you can see your Midget on USG, then looking at your growing bump and feeling fetal movements of the baby and finally when you broke your waters and you are sensible of starting labour.

and then you have no doubt that if you survive the chilbirth you’re a true hero and hardrock.

then you have completely different attitude towards mothers (bearing in natural way). full of respect.

now you know, that nothing will change your life more than coming your baby into the world.

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So, Hanna (for Mommy and Dad: Hania) came into the world. and I am proud of myself that I was able to birth such a beautiful, healthy baby-girl with shock of dark hair and big dark eyes.

she has wise look and disarming smile of Jappanese’s tales of “pokemon”* : eyes like two crescents and cakehole like upturned letter “D”.

now I can hardly focus on anything else than looking at her. even if there are days of sadness, pain of her little belly, weeping and tears…

even though – I am happy (young) mother.

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*Jappanese’s tales of “pokemon”- is’t about this famous Jappanese (?) cartoon about the creatures which (only) recall animals and call pokemons.

today, there’s no recipe. too emotional post to think about food.

however, I decided to add a new category because of breast-feeding: recipes for nursing mothers, called “nursing mother” and I’ll add to this category also previous recipes.

Like this:

and we have “the golden autumn”, as we called such a time like this in Poland.

the golden autumn it’s not only the trees changing colours and nice weather.
it’s tremendously clean blueness of sky. but deeper than in the summer.
clouds are puffy and white but they don’t resemble topping of whipped cream in the cup of icecream any more.
the rays fall at an different angle than they do in the summer. it seems they are even colder.

if you look around you can see every cast of browns, reds, oranges, yellows.

wherever you are.
and I am here, looking at the orchard with gilding apple trees.
I’m opening the window to let this smell of the autumn in the flat.

I hate being in the hospital. even if I’m sure that they’re goting to find the reason I have tummy ache and cure me.
on the other hand I love my charming husband. he is able to do things that are beyond his imagination. incredible.

what has he done? beetroot cream soup and amazing pizza.

don’t be delighted: cetring in a hospital is terrible. tasteless, without basic seasoning.
put on weight here – mission impossible.